Last night, as I lay in the bed
lots of crazy notions filled my head.
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I cried. And I cried.
Into Chico’s fur, I tried to hide.
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I considered e-mailing a friend.
Into his in-box, my soul, spin.
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More torment filled my mind.
Making my vision blind.
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‘Nothing good is easy.’
Isn’t that saying a little cheesy?
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‘What one man (woman) can build, another one can tear down’.
Thoughts that caused me to frown.
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Questioning life.
Causing myself strife.
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Questioning choices.
Trying to drown out the hurtful voices.
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Questioning all things under the sun.
Questioning until the break of dawn.
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Last night, as I lay in the bed
lots of crazy notions filled my head.
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I cried. And I cried.
Into Chico’s fur, I tried to hide.
Poetry & More 
What a blessing a trusted companion is at a time like this.
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🙏🏻 Amen
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Did you send that email? It did you do as I do and just sit and think?
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Not in the moment. I did after the fact. Hey, I do that a lot, just sit and think. 💕
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Some people say I do it too much.
Hope all is well 🙂
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Thank, it will be. 💕
I get in my head to much. Poetry is a great therapy for me. I can go things to words that I can’t do to another person.
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nothing is ez jo
this too we you and i know
rhyme
time no eve no dillan
just how the hell ru turly feelin?
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Here! Here!
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